Page 100 of Alpha's Redemption

“But I spoke to him this morning after the school drive. He said he was on his way back to you?”

“He must have got distracted,” I tell him as the knocking gets louder and I drag myself back down the damn hallway.

“Hold on, I’m coming!” I yell to whoever it is. Suddenly, I feel my feet get wet as I step into the entrance hallway. I stop, wondering if I imagined it. The knocking gets worse and I hear yelling from the other side of the door, ordering me to open it. Valen is yelling in my ear, asking what’s wrong. I don’t hear any of it. My eyes are on the huge puddle of water at my feet.

“Everly, who is it?” Valen asks as I stare, stunned.

My mouth opens and closes and I try to answer Valen when I hear the door burst open and smash into the wall. The sound makes me jump and more liquid gushes out of me, covering my feet and the floor—my legs are soaked. I look up to see armed men race down the hall with their guns drawn, straight toward me.

“Valen, get home,” I tell him when a man stops in front of me. He holds out a piece of paper, thrusting it toward me before looking down at the puddle I’m standing in and glancing at the men behind him.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” I demand, growling at the man. I can hear Valen yelling through the phone.

“We’re looking for Alpha John—we have a warrant for his arrest,” the man explains.

“A warrant?” I ask, snatching the paper from his hand a moment before pain ripples through my abdomen. I clutch the hall stand, the paper crumpling in my fist as I hold my stomach with my other hand.

“A warrant for what? And who are you?” I growl through gritted teeth. I look up to see the men in uniforms looking at me warily.

“My name is Deacon. I’m a member of the werewolf council, and your father is under arrest for his experimentation on the rogues and creating the forsaken.”

I tried to pay attention to what he’s saying, yet pain like a sharp knife tears through my stomach. I groan and grit my teeth, trying to breathe through the contraction.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” the man asks, a little startled. He reaches toward me and I snarl at him, slapping his hand away.

“Of course I’m not alright! My damn water just broke, and you just broke into my damn house!” I snap at him, already feeling Valen getting closer.

“We have a warrant, ma’am,” he states.

“FUCK YOUR WARRANT!” I scream at him as another contraction makes my stomach tighten, and more liquid spills onto the floor at my feet. The man jumps back and they all glance at each other as if they’ve never seen a woman in labor before.

“Ma’am?” the council elder asks. I glare at him.

“Call a fucking ambulance, you idiot!” I snap at him, not in the mood for whatever it is they’re doing here or their oblivious faces as they gape at me.

ChapterForty-Two

Macey

I pull into the underground parking lot and pull into the space next to Kalen and John before hopping out of the car. Kalen also gets out, and we quickly go over the plans again while John fiddles with my phone and pairs it to his and Kalen's so they can track me.

“We’ll be right behind you. John will grab Ava from the meeting spot, and I’ll follow. Derrick and Dion are waiting for the call. Once we have your location, we ambush him,” Kalen tells me and I nod. My heart is thumping rapidly as nerves kick in; I’m stressing over leaving with Carter, even if only temporarily.

“Here, but just in case this disconnects, take this,” John says, handing me something that looks suspiciously like a suppository. He's pulling my leg, right? I hold it up, looking at it.

“And what am I supposed to do with this?” I ask. They both mumble and look away from me. “Oh, hell no!Youshaft it!” No way is that going up my butt.

“It's just a precaution,” John mutters.

“I don't see you shoving anything up your ass! Do I look like a drug mule?” I snap.

“There’s always the other–” Kalen starts to say, but I hold up a hand to stop him before he can tell me his suggestion.

“Nope! Definitely not,” I growl, annoyed at how easily they’re discussing my nether bits.

“Geez, woman, just swallow the damn thing!” John says. I growl but swallow the rubbery device.

“You better hope that comes out. And easily. I am not going to the damn hospital and explaining this shit!” I tell him and John sighs.

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